I just realized I have a backlog of assorted Black Jack fic, so I'll just start posting them. :)
"If you do this, no one will ever hire you."
I could hear the words, but they were white noise to me. They were nothing more than obstacles to me saving her.
"I don't care," I growled. "Even if you revoke my license and kick me out of school, at least I will have saved one life."
"You don't know that!" he speaks, his voice so high it was practically a screech. "What you're doing...it could kill her!"
"She's going to die anyway! " I yelled, my voice erupting like thunder from my chest. There was a reason I rarely raised my voice.
I pushed past them and their liabilities, their worries of lawsuits and legalities and gritted my teeth. I would operate, and I would do it by myself.
The hospital treated me with silence after that outburst. I hadn't done anything yet, so they couldn't do anything, but the days between my decision and her operation were cold at best, cruel and bitter at the worst. No one had liked me enough to forgive me, which I was fine with. I didn't think I needed to be forgiven.
When I wheeled the stretcher into the operating room, I looked down at her wan, blue face and knew I was doing the right thing. She was going to die if I didn't do this. She may die anyway.
It was with pride that I wielded my scalpel that day.
She lived. She no longer wanted me after that, but she lived. I had no license and no love, but she lived, and that was what mattered.
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